Saturday, April 12, 2014

What did you say?!?

"Those are bad words, she knows those are bad words because from time to time her mother says similar words and tells her those are bad words."
~Brianne McDonald
10 Types of Moms that Suck

I just started reading the article in the link above and the line I highlighted inspired some thought for me. There have been so many times I have caught myself telling my five year old a word is bad.  I say caught myself because I don't consciously believe words are bad.  I find there are really great words and good words and no words are bad.

I have attempted to explain to my extremely verbal child that we should think before
we speak and acknowledge that with speech comes responsibility.  I attempt to live by Speak with and from Integrity.  It's not always easy, especially if I let my emotions get a hold of me and I forget to pause.

I explain to him how language is so powerful. I drive home the notion that there is a sort of mysticism when you are able to create a tapestry of color and light with only words...it's not alchemy, it's MAGIC.

Nevertheless, I hope I can teach and coach my son to thrive. grow, and love in all healthy ways. Also, I pray he remembers Words are worlds, worlds are created by our words and I hope he remembers all words are either good or great. :)


Love transcends all things.  Trust in the wonder and power of your dreams.

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Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.
Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Nature & Nurture

It's genetic I tell you or maybe it's we learn what we live.

Last week my son and I went to have a bite to eat with my parents.
My mom told my son she really liked his toy car. He told her he could sell it to her if she wanted. After she finished cackling she asked how much. My son responds, "Only $100.00."  He reminds her he told her that when they were talking via the computer, yesterday. She shakes her head and he says, "Granma, Granma (he uses a very heavy Latin accent when he talks to his granma) I tell you yesterday, you want, it's just $100.00 and today you have all the cars you want for only $100.00."

I could not stop laughing. First the entrepreneurship and now the accent. 
He is just too much.

My mom says she's not paying $100.00 but here is a dollar for that one car. 

He looks at me and looks at his grandma and says, "Okay, granma, I give, I give."

He got the dollar and got to keep his car, his papa would be proud.

Oh Lord, it's the little things. :)

Enjoy every moment, nothing is trivial.

Love transcends all things.  Trust in the wonder and power of your dreams.

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Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.
Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels

Monday, March 10, 2014

Popcorn...

Last night I was having a very emotional dream, I was feeling quite verklempt. 
It was one of those that takes me through a variety of passages and where I encounter a diverse group of folks, some I know and some I don't.  Some of the people in my dream look like they are one person but in fact I know they are someone else.

I walked passed different rooms, different levels, so-to-speak. I saw many folks who I know and love and many of them were wonderful people I've worked with in my long career in the field of education.  At one point I got to a level were I ran into a loving, kind, and gentle spirit whom I had the honor of working with back in the mid '90's, at a school. She was such a huge light with a smile that could ignite the sky, I will call her Luz. Luz was standing in front of me with other people I didn't recognize, she was crying, I immediately hugged her.  I hugged Luz and told her it was all going to be okay.  I asked her what was wrong. I expressed my authentic joy in seeing her after all of these years. A recent former colleague, I will call her Dulce, showed up and explained that Luz was facilitating an "In Memoriam" workshop.  Dulce started to explain but as I slightly shifted my view I saw the face of a man who I know recently passed away, I don't recall what his face looked like or who he was but in my dream I knew he just died. A tear came to my eye. I looked passed the gentleman and I saw my Uncle Mario who passed away several years ago. I smiled as he nodded his head towards me. I looked around to the left of the two who were standing in little clusters and I noticed they was a large group of folks who had already transitioned, I couldn't make out any of the faces of the folks to the right but their attire and hue told me they had all already passed. I took a step back, away from Luz and Dulce and to the left of the group of souls with bodies and faces I saw my Abuelito.


I saw my dear, dear Grandpa holding a box of popcorn, he smirked at me and waved as if to tell me everything is fine.


In my dream Abuelito was holding popcorn. I have so many thoughts, theories, and general hypotheses about dreams.  One notion I play with is the universe is sending me messages and it's in cahoots with my subconscious and conscious mind.  When I remember my dreams I spend a few moments attempting to unravel their meaning.  My last
Jewels The Brainstorm blog post was an authentic brainstorm (I typed it as opposed to writing it), in it you will read "i'm percolating with thoughts. you can call me kettle corn cause i'm popping with ideas."  My Dear Abuelito passed away a little over a month ago and this is the very first time he has appeared in any of my dreams, that I can remember.  Grandpa has visited with other folks and I was in those dreams but he hadn't visited me in my dreams until last night.  

At breakfast I shared the story with my family and got a little emotional when I told them I saw our Abuelito.  As I started this post today I was struck by the thought, my Dear Abuelito is sending me a message about my ideas and thoughts. When he was alive and we would chat he always gave me his loving feedback, I'm so grateful for that and for this most recent encounter.


Love transcends all things.  Trust in the wonder and power of your dreams.


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Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.
Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels

Thursday, March 6, 2014

More Women

today is thursday.
3.6.14
six days into the greatest month of the year.
march, it comes in like a Lion and out like a lamb...or so they say.

so many thoughts.
so many dreams.
so many moments.

it's real.
it is authentically true.

the month of february was a hard one for me this year.
i know i mentioned i lost a few folks who transitioned from the physical world last year. 
the immense amount of loss i experienced last year was unmentionable.
once 2013 ended i was for sure i was in the clear for at least five years.
i was wrong.
january 6 i lost a loved one.
february 7 my heart broke into pieces.

march is here.
march is my spring.
(i know your spring may also be in march or just in your step.)
i'm not being coy.

i'm excited.
i'm about to go to bed but i'm percolating with thoughts.

you can call me kettle corn cause i'm popping with ideas.

i started today by writing four Happy Women's History month hearts.
march is the month i was born.
march is the month my folks tied the knot.
march is when the saints come in.
spring begins in march.
march is a renaissance 

happy women's history month.
goodnight.

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Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.
Namastè.
In possibility,
Julie Jewels

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Flight Booking

I just finished booking my return flight to New York from Florida.

In my forty years of life, I'd never purchased a one way ticket to anywhere. A week ago yesterday I got the call, from my younger sister, of my grandfather's passing.  We were expecting it, I'd spoken to him earlier in the day to say my final goodbyes.  Grandpa had spent about four months in New York with us last year.  I took grandpa and grandma to the airport gate on January 1, 2014 and truth be told I said my goodbyes to him then. I cried so deeply and intently cause I knew in my mind that it was the very last time I would be able to hold his hand and look into his eyes and see his beautiful light shining as he smiled at me and nodded. I knew it, my heart refused to accept it (honestly my heart is refusing to accept it right now even though we buried his body this past week) but in my mind I knew it for sure; it would be the very last time I'd experience a moment with my dear Abuelito.


As soon as I got the call I took a deep breathe, I couldn't believe it, it was the most surreal thing I had ever experienced in my life. It was wild. I got the call in my bedroom and went down to the basement to let my partner know. I was breathing deeply and repeating the words slowly and in a quiet whisper. "Grandpa died, my grandpa passed away, my grandpa has transitioned, MY grandpa went home with the Lord, my GRANDPA is no longer part of the physical world."  I was repeating it and repeating it until I got to my beloveds arms and told him, I could not hold in the tears and the piercing pain of acknowledging the loss. Thankfully my beloved grounds me he soothes my soul and reminds me of all the amazing moments of love I shared with my Abuelito. He reminds me that we shared a special bond and even though he has transitioned from the physical world he will live eternally in my soul and in my heart. That is why my heart won't accept the loss cause my heart hasn't lost a thing.

Grandpa transitioned over a week ago, we had a wake for him and buried him the next day. 

My heart is heavy.

I just booked my return flight home but a huge part of my heart lives here in Florida, that piece will stay here always and flourish.  My grandfather, on the other-hand, he lives in my heart and soul forever.  No flights needed to see my grandpa again, all I have to do is close my eyes.

Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.

Namaste.
Sat Nam,
Julie K. Aponte




Monday, February 3, 2014

Traffic

For the past couple of weeks I've had so many thoughts running through my mind.  
My mind is like a freeway of information and my semi addiction to social media doesn't help that.

My mind gets quiet momentarily and then boom, noise again.

Everyone has gone out, I'm home alone.

A few folks went to church and then to the cemetery to visit granpa's final resting place. 
I believe when folks I love transition, when folks I love die, their soul is omnipresent, everywhere I am.  
I don't have to go to where their body is resting.

My parents went to run and errand with my youngest sibling. I'm home alone.

I hear sounds, I see shadows, none of which are outside of the realm of what we would see and hear during a normal day, there is, however, this lightness of my soul.  I look at my right, to where I would normally see my abuelito when I'm visiting and now a frame with loving memories sits there, if I look to my right it's the same. If I close my eyes I see my abuelito...


The traffic in my mind quiets down a bit once I sit down and pause to share.



Love exists and Life is a miracle, treat it all as such.

Namaste.
Sat Nam,
Julie K. Aponte



Saturday, January 18, 2014

Nothing Is Trivial

Everything Matters...  <-----A vlog post, I invite you to click on the link and enjoy a Video Post.


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Namaste!

In Possibility. 
SAT NAM ...,it
Julie Jewels